দোতলায় ধুপ্‌ধাপ্‌                হেমবাবু দেয় লাফ,
     মা বলেন, একি খেলা ভূতের নাচন নেচে?
নাকি সুরে বেলা হেমা,   'চলতে যে পারিনে, মা,
     সকালে সর্দি লেগে যেমনি উঠেছি হেঁচে
     অমনি যে খচ্‌ করে পা আমার মচ্‌কেছে।'

NOT FOR ME is the love that knows no restraint, but like the foaming wine that having burst its vessel in a moment would run to waste.
Send me the love which is cool and pure like your rain that blesses the thirsty earth and fills the homely earthen jars.
Send me the love that would soak down into the centre of being, and from there would spread like the unseen sap through the branching tree of life, giving birth to fruits and flowers.
Send me the love that keeps the heart still with the fulness of peace.

LORD OF MY being, has your wish been fulfilled in me?
Days have passed without service and nights without love.
Flowers have dropped on to the dust and have not been gathered
for your acceptance.
The harp strings strung with your own hands have slackened and
lost their notes.
I slept in the shadow of your garden and forgot to water your plants.
Is the time over now, my lover? Have we come to the end of this play?
Then let the bell ring of departure, let the morning come for the
freshening of love.
Let the knot of a new life be tied for us in a new bridal bond.